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  Hurt the One You Love

  She likes to watch.

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  Simone's been spying on Elliott through her office window for a few months, delighting in vicariously dating the handsome businessman who likes it a little rough. Simone is a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to ask for it, and when she and Elliott end up in the same elevator, she makes sure to let him know she's up...or down...for a little mutual fun.

  Elliott, however, has always struggled with what he thinks of as his harsher desires. Rough hands don't equal love, in his mind, and even though Simone tries to convince him otherwise, he's resistant to giving in to what they both really want.

  Will Elliott move beyond the past haunting him?

  Can Simone teach him the truth -- that sometimes, it's okay to hurt the one you love?

  Hurt the One You Love was previously published as a 5-part serial, Every Part of You. It has been revised and collected as a full-length novel featuring angst, woe, a brooding, moody hero and a sassy, irreverent heroine who find their Happy Ever After together.

  Hurt the One You Love

  Megan Hart

  Chaos Publishing

  Copyright 2019 Megan Hart

  Chaos Edition, License Notes

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  ebook ISBN: 978-1-940078-69-4

  print ISBN: 978-1-940078-70-0

  To the ones who like a little sting.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Playlist

  Unforgivable

  Perfectly Reckless

  Also by Megan Hart

  About the Author

  Hurt the One You Love

  A Reluctant Office Romance

  Megan Hart

  Chapter 1

  Elliott Anderson was at it again.

  This time with the usual tall blonde, hair halfway to her hips and brushing the bare skin exposed by her open-backed dress. Simone couldn't see the blonde's face, but she didn't really have to. The other woman would be beautiful in that cold, neutral way Elliott preferred. Perfect features. Blank expression. She'd be everything Simone wasn't and would never be.

  Simone's office, tucked into a corner wing on the twelfth floor of the L-shaped Montgomery Building, was angled perfectly so she could stare down into Elliott’s eleventh-floor office on the opposite wing. She'd noticed it first a few months ago when, working late, she'd stood to stretch and caught sight of him with a blonde on her knees between his legs. Simone had been hooked at once, going so far as to do a little building-directory research to figure out who he was. Elliott Anderson, partner at Ross, Anderson and Kirk, attorneys-at-law. Now she clicked off her light so he wouldn't see her watching.

  Simone liked to watch.

  Elliott kissed the woman, backing her up toward the desk until her ass settled against it. His mouth never leaving hers, he moved between her legs to push her back. His hand cupped her neck beneath her hair. Simone's nipples went tight and hard. Aching.

  She cupped her breasts briefly through the thin material of her plain white button-down blouse. It had been only a few weeks since the last time she and Aidan had gone to bed together, but it was long enough for her to wish it had been this morning instead of almost a month ago. She flicked her thumbs against her nipples, the sensation of her touch deadened by the fabric of her blouse and bra. It teased her without providing any real satisfaction . . . but she kind of liked it that way.

  Thorough the window, Simone’s gaze followed as Elliott's hand slid beneath the blonde's dress. Imagining what magic his fingers must be working, she settled into her chair with her feet on the desk. A bottle of chilled seltzer water in one hand, Simone let the chair rock back and forth, just a little. She'd been ready to pack up for the night, letting exhaustion claim her even though she wasn't caught up on the project and wouldn't be even if she stayed until dawn. There came a point when you had to give up, if only for a little while.

  At least she wasn't tired any longer. The moment the shift of movement in Elliott's office caught her eye, Simone had perked right up. It had been what--three weeks since the last time he'd come in late on a Friday night? She remembered because watching him had prompted her to call Aidan. That time Elliott had been with a short, plump blonde instead of a willowy, delicate-boned one. A little out of type, though with the same perfect, bored face as all the others. He'd fucked that one from behind, lifting her dress to reveal thong panties and pale, jiggly thighs. He'd sunk his fingers into her hair at the base of her skull and pulled, tipping her head back as he thrust, and that had been sexy. But when he'd leaned forward to whisper in her ear as he fucked her, never letting go of her hair, that had sent delicious shivers all through Simone.

  What sorts of things did a man like that say while he was fucking? Simone was dying to find out. Too bad she wasn't a lithe, beautiful blonde, she thought as she leaned forward a little to get a better glimpse of what was going on. He was, as far as she was concerned, perfection. Just over six feet tall. Dark hair gone silver at the temples. Lean swimmer's body he liked to clothe in tailored suits--nothing ostentatious. Always classic. Professional. Subdued. Appropriate.

  The man dressed like a master of industry and fucked like a jackhammer.

  Simone wanted him.

  Of course, there was next-to-no chance of that ever happening. Aside from the fact that Elliott liked a very distinct type that Simone most definitely was not and would never be, they swam in completely different waters. Elliott was a deep-sea shark, forever circling, always grinning and never smiling. Simone, on the other hand, frolicked in sun-dappled shallows, and no matter how deep she dove, she never lost sight of the light. No, Elliott Anderson was never going to be for the likes of Simone Kahan, but that didn't mean she couldn't indulge in a good old-fashioned steamy fantasy now and again.

  Especially when it was unfolding right in front of her like her very own NetPorn video. Simone let her thighs fall apart a little bit, feeling the silk of her panties press against her. Shifting in her chair, she tugged her skirt a little higher, feeling the whisper of cool air on her inner thighs. Tickle, tickle, a phantom touch, teasing. She let her fingers trace along the soft skin as she watched Elliott pull up the blonde's skirt and do the same to her.

  He didn't stop when the hem